Alchemisland

Smashed like jars all the statues of Marduk in the artisan’s parlour

To prove lifeless the things known lifeless

Christian wisdom a nailed fist, a braille-framed knife.

Breambelly skies,

The tribes of Babylon screaming at their demon seeder’s defilement;

His oft-visited visage, of cedar height, is cere, cruel and mighty

And visits upon all thieves familicides.

Hyspaosines left gifts of flowers at your flaking feet,

That blessing giver Asalluhe too would see.